As dawn broke, golden waves of wheat rippled across the fields, and a gentle breeze carried the warmth of the sun.

Wen Jiaojiao wore a straw hat, her slender figure completely covered by loose long clothes and trousers.

She stood at the edge of the field, gazing at her own wheat field that seemed as long as the Milky Way, and swallowed hard.

"Brother, I feel a little dizzy. I wonder if I'm going to get heatstroke."

Wen Zhaoye was holding two sickles:

"If you wrap yourself in several more layers, you'll either be suffocated by the sun or die from being overheated."

Wen Jiaojiao retreated to the willow tree by the roadside and sat at its base:

"If I wear too little, I'll get a tan. It's already hard for me to get married, and if I get even more tanned, I'll look like Bao Zheng (a famous judge in Chinese history). Wouldn't I have to stay at home and be supported by you for the rest of my life? So, it's not worth it for me to harvest wheat. You should be able to do the math, right?"

Wen Zhaoye's gaze, fixed on the distance, held a hint of doting affection. Turning back, he saw her sitting under the willow tree on a small mound, enjoying the shade.

His smile deepened as he said, "You can slack off if you want, but is it appropriate for you to slack off while sitting on my great-grandfather's grave?"

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Wen Jiaojiao panicked and ran to his side. Ever since experiencing the absurd thing of transmigrating into a book, she had developed a certain reverence for the gods.

Should I kowtow to him twice?

Seeing her timid little face, Wen Zhaoye's eyebrows curved slightly:

"You bullied his great-grandson, aren't you afraid he'll come after you? You're scared like this just from sitting on his grave?"

Wen Jiaojiao nervously reached out and grabbed his strong arm, her beautiful eyes gazing into his deep, handsome eyes, and explained softly:

"That's different. Your family has so many branches, he might not be able to manage them all. But if I offend him, and the old man is petty, he'll probably target me."

Forced against her full breasts, Wen Zhaoye felt an unusual softness, his cheeks flushed. He glanced around, seeing no one in sight.

All the thoughts of escaping that had previously formed in his mind vanished without a trace, and a barely perceptible smile curved his lips:

Trying to seduce me in a place like this?

Could it be that you really want to take me to work in the wheat field?

That's really wild.

Wu Ying was bending over at the other end of the field, cutting wheat, her figure completely hidden beneath the wheat. She stood up, just then noticing the two of them, and said with a displeased expression:

"Oh my, in broad daylight, some women like to pull and tug at each other, they're so shameless."

Wen Jiaojiao then realized what was happening and let go, replying irritably:

"But there are also those shameless people who drag their engaged and unengaged nieces to their door during the Chinese New Year and force them to choose between them."

A slight smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's pursed lips:

She's starting to get jealous.

Wu Ying was furious, but she still hadn't given up on Wen Zhaoye, so she could only shout from the wheat field dozens of meters away:

"My nieces just happened to be visiting relatives at my house. Stop talking nonsense, you shameless bastards."

Seeing Wen Jiaojiao's slender shoulders trembling with anger, Wen Zhaoye couldn't help but speak up in a deep voice to help her:

“Auntie, she was just immature before, but now that she's grown up, I hope we won't bring up the past anymore, otherwise... she'll just be making things difficult for me.”

Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

It seems they're really scared of me; they're even taking my side now.

Wu Ying's face stiffened. She didn't understand why he would protect her, but hearing his words, she dared not say another word. After all, her son, Wen Yang, was still working as a tailor at Chenxuan Garment Factory.

She smiled, dropped the sickle, stepped forward, and said:

"Auntie won't say anything more, but you look like you're not getting any younger, and you've been staying home a lot lately. How about I introduce you to someone?"

That girl is very pretty, tall, and honest. The best part is, she's already in fifth grade! After we get married, she can help with the accounting and pay wages at your factory, making your life much easier.

Wen Jiaojiao's face turned ugly. "..."

The person they found for him was perfect in every way, while the person they found for me was Wang Ermazi, a widow. The difference is infuriating!

Wen Zhaoye glanced sideways, focusing on her reaction, which further confirmed his suspicion that she was jealous.

He couldn't help but smile, and decisively refused:

"No need, and I won't trouble you to consider this matter for me in the future." Are you satisfied now? That little jealous girl, if you didn't give her a chance before getting married, she'd be devastated.

Undeterred, Wu Ying continued to probe:

"Why not take a look? You won't lose anything. What if you really like it? Besides, you might even know this person."

Wen Jiaojiao stopped Wen Zhaoye from speaking again, saying:

"Take a look, so others won't think I'm delusional about you anymore. I've given you some advice, that should clear my name, right?"

Wen Zhaoye: "..."

She's got some sense; she knows I won't agree to a date, so to avoid letting others see her feelings for me, she's learned to play hard to get.

Seeing that she had spoken up for her, Wu Ying's previous displeasure vanished, replaced by the thought that if her sister's daughter married Wen Zhaoye, her own son could become a director. She advised her:

"Yes, look what Jiaojiao has said. It'll be quick to find out. If it works out, great; if not, no one's forcing us to take it."

Wen Zhaoye lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then decided that he should cooperate.

After all, he didn't know Wen Jiaojiao well enough yet. If she kept being told by others that she was infatuated with him and then lost interest in him, that would be bad.

Realizing this, he nodded solemnly and said:

"Since she's said so, let's see."

Wu Ying beamed with joy upon hearing this, her smile stretching from ear to ear:

"Okay, I'll go to the girl's house right now and have them meet her as soon as possible. It won't take up any of your time."

Wen Jiaojiao's thoughts began to stir, and her expression hardened as she said:

"Who said it wouldn't take up time? My brother only has some time today, but he still has to harvest wheat."

This plot of land is so big, and it's just the two of us. I don't know what's wrong with my leg, it suddenly started hurting. I definitely can't work here anymore.

But he can only go on blind dates when he finishes harvesting this land, otherwise I'll tell my mom he's going on one.

A barely suppressed smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's lips:

They probably didn't expect me to agree, and were afraid I might actually like it, so they made excuses to make things difficult for me.

This little brain is so bright; the kids I have will definitely get into a good university.

Wu Ying was stunned for a moment, knowing that if Xu Cuifen got involved, things would definitely fall apart. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Okay, let's not rush to harvest the crops at Auntie's place. Let's finish harvesting yours first, and then we can meet up this afternoon, okay?"

Wen Zhaoye was waiting for Wen Jiaojiao to speak, planning that if she really made up another excuse, he would listen to her and not go.

Wen Jiaojiao felt she could dodge another day of laziness, and she covered her lips with a smug smile, saying:

"That would be a real hassle for you, Auntie. You've been worrying about my brother's marriage and the household chores. If it really works out, I'll have my brother give you a big red envelope."

Wen Zhaoye frowned for a moment, then realized that Wen Jiaojiao must think the other person had already made their point definitively.

He would then find another excuse to reveal his true feelings before reluctantly agreeing, even forcing a smile.

He sighed inwardly: "..." Oh well, she won't agree anyway. If she really does the work, I'll just buy her more things this afternoon.